Something I Look At-425 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-425
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The Essence of Love

Love never remains love
when expectations enter into it.
Love, in its purest form,
is not acceptable to the vast majority.
Only a few understand its language,
dive into its soul
to discover what lies within.

One who enters its depths
rarely wants to come back
to tell others of its beauty.
It is a treasure—
and having it,
one needs nothing more.

Love is not lovemaking.
It is not falling for someone.
Love is not desire,
nor possession.
Love is the complete identification
with the beloved,
the dissolution of one's own existence
in the other—forever.

Love is like the beauty of nature,
the aroma of a flower,
a mesmerizing composition,
a memory that stays.
The more you experience it,
the more you lose yourself
in its unfathomable grace and beauty.

Love is the reunion of two halves
that were once a single whole.
It is the longing to be complete again,
a yearning to rediscover
one's original oneness,
to be oneself—once more.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©
India
10.6.2025
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